It brings back memories. I remember the first time I saw my pig, I could have cradled her in one arm. The next time, two weeks later, when we brought her home, she was as large as a german shepherd.
This is the blog formerly known as “Northwest Meets Midwest,” where I shared about the absurdities and adventures of living in the Midwest (having moved here from the Northwest). But really, this blog has been more and more a story of how we’ve fallen into urban farming and homesteading. So read on and enjoy our adventures in canning, preserving, mushroom-growing, local/organic fanaticism, chicken raising, designing and constructing, sewing, and attempting a little self-sufficiency in our corner of Minneapolis.
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It brings back memories. I remember the first time I saw my pig, I could have cradled her in one arm. The next time, two weeks later, when we brought her home, she was as large as a german shepherd.
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